Page 63 of Deadly Secrets

Those were my father’s words when I asked about the ball’s purpose.

Charming.

“Sienna will be on the guest list. I just wanted to give you a heads-up,” I casually informed him.

My father halted in the hallway, turning my way. A shift in his expression was noticeable before he answered, “Considering that we might end up working together, I suppose there’s no harm in inviting her.”

Though I hadn’t invited her yet to the ball, I planned to. It’d be the perfect excuse to spend more time with her, something I had been craving more and more lately. Since we discovered that our letters had been intercepted all those years ago, my feelings for her had resurfaced.

You’re a fool, Ander; those feelings never left.

But I wouldn’t act on them. She was seeing Noah…or Zayn. I hated seeing her with them. Sometimes I wished I could go back to that party. If I could, I would make her mine.

Fuck it.

If I get another shot, she will be mine.

* * *

After two hours of googling financial terms, I realized I knew nothing about finances.

None.

Niente.

Nada.

I understood some of the content, but not enough to draw conclusions. Sienna would need help translating these, and that help wasn’t coming from me. That was a fact.

I texted Sienna to let her know what I’d found.

Me

Hey. I found something. *Pic of the folder*

Sienna

WTF. What’s inside?

Me

There are several documents, but I’m not a finance expert, so I don’t understand if there’s something compromising here. Let me upload them to iCloud, and I’ll send you the link.

Sienna

Thanks Ander.

Me

No worries. See you tomorrow? We can look at them together or find someone who can help.

Sienna

Yes. I’ll be home by the time you arrive. Safe flight.

Home. The fact that Sienna felt at home in my place made me smile. Speaking of home.

Me

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